Ghost took a drag of his cigarette and blew smoke circles, watching it dissipate into thin air. His eyes stared off into the distance.“We are here, boss,” someone announced, pulling him out of his musings.He peered through the car window at the tall old building in the distance. “The werewolves live here?” he asked in disbelief.“Yes,” Pedro responded. He was one of Sergio’s men. “This is the mountain ridge pack territory, and that is the pack house.”It wasn’t all that bad, but it was definitely a far cry from his mansion in Italy. The thought that there was a chance that he lived in a house like this was unnerving. He got out of the car, and the men followed closely behind him, brandishing guns.He knocked on the door and waited. Not long after, a burly man stood at the doorway, dressed in jeans and a large robe over his shoulders.He sized him up and down. Something about him struck him. It was like he had met him before, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. “Are you the Alpha of
It was moments like this that made him miss Scar and the rest of his men. With them, he knew he had their unwavering loyalty. His thoughts wandered to him and then to her, the fiery red-haired beauty that consumed all his thoughts. He exhaled. The silence stretched for a while between them before he realized they were waiting for him to say something. "Don Carianno's instructions were to take over all territories and properties," he spoke through clenched teeth. "All territories."Pedro nodded and turned the car on. "If we go north, we go further away from the largest pack, the Red Cross Pack. If we can take over this pack, then we have nothing to fear. The other werewolf territories will fall in line."He knew Pedro's idea was smart. Heck, he had even thought of it. It was the smartest plan to make their work easier. The Red Cross pack had the loyalty of a good number of the small packs in the region. If he could get Ryder on his side, it would be easier to gain access to all the oth
"What do we know for certain at this point?" one of the members of the council asked. They were sitting at a round table, with Ryder at the head of it. Ryder sighed, "From the information Alpha Stone provided, he has not set out for war yet. He did not engage in any hostilities with the other packs. He simply gave them an offer." "There's no guarantee we are going to be afforded similar treatment," one of the council members interjected. She was a woman. "After all, he has a history with us." "Yes..." "Even if he doesn't attack now, we know he plans to attack soon," another member cut in. "We know he has been in talks with other rival packs; this is a declaration of war." "Jason is one of..." "Ghost is his name," the first man who had spoken interjected. "We should not forget that." "I propose we end him the moment he sets foot in our pack," the lady suggested. "We nip the problem at the bud. If he's leading this war..." "We are not nipping any problem. Jason is one of us!" Ryd
The men walked in, dragging Ciara by her hair. They shoved her forward, causing her to fall face flat at the feet of Don Carianno. "Tu sei una cagna! (You bitch!)" He pulled her by her hair and tossed her back to the men. "Put her in a cage.""Yes, Don."Ciara whimpered as they rough-handled her and tossed her into a small metal cage. They bolted it shut."Sedate her," he instructed. "I don't want her getting any ideas."Before she could protest, someone jabbed a needle into her neck, knocking her out immediately.Scar was frozen on the spot.Don Carianno turned around, just remembering he was in the room. "What do you want, Scar?"He glanced at her nervously. "Ghost asked me to keep an eye on her. I..."He closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around Scar's neck. Scar struggled against his grip, but he was too frail to put up a fight. "The only reason I haven't wrangled your neck on the spot is because of Ghost's affection for you." It was bad enough that he planned
"He wouldn't even let me speak to her," his tone was grave. "I stared my uncle in the eye and begged for a cagna (bitch) and he told me no. If I didn't know better I'd have said he was smitten by her too..." He let out an unamused chuckle, "I mean, even Ghost had a taste of her pussy and now he's taken to her like a lap dog with no sense of direction."He turned around sharply, five of his men were in the room with him, their heads bowed, "Don't just stand there like dogs, say something!" he yelled in annoyance."Yes, yes..." they muttered incoherently."Folli! (Fools)" he spat in disgust, "Can you not see the problem?" he barked, "This is the Carianno family, yet a bloody American, a nobody with no identity comes into this family and tries to take my place, an insult to the Carianno's, yet you watch silently." He raked his fingers through his hair, exasperatedly, "You stand there and watch like fools and let my uncle continue to insult our family name," he shook his head in disbelief
"Why was Don all by himself?” Ricardo asked as the family members sat around the large mahogany table.Sergio charged through the doors, his hair tousled as if he had run his fingers through it repeatedly. His eyes were blazing red, and his cheeks were wet with tear stains. “What happened to Don?” he demanded.He was accompanied by his men, who wore genuine looks of surprise. They knew Sergio intended to kill Don Carianno, but they didn’t know how he planned to do it. To find out he had done it with minimal help was surprising.“Sergio, Stai tranquillo (take it easy),” one of the family members urged.“The head of the Carianno family was shot in the head. There was no one with him. This was done by no rival; someone set him up!” Sergio barked.Ricardo Dante cleared his throat. “I think we should take it easy. I understand your anger...”“You don’t understand nothing. My uncle, my family was murdered. He didn’t even get a chance to fire his own gun. They set him up and ambushed him. It
“I can think of no other person, with every right to lead this family, than Sergio Carianno,” Ricardo said.Sergio couldn’t conceal the smile that formed on his lips, “Consigliere, you flatter me...”“Yes,” Moretti chirped in, “You were Don’s nephew, he had no son to succeed him, you’re next in line.”Scar beamed with smiles as they all came to an agreement, he was glowering with pride when he walked up to the chair at the head of the table and sat on it, “To honor Don Carianno’s memory, I’ll bring Ghost’s head before you on this table, I will desecrate his body on the streets of Sicily and even in death I will not show him mercy, I will not show him the mercy he showed Don Carianno...” He outstretched his hand.One of his men walked up to him and handed him a dagger.He took it and cut his hand with it, staring unflinchingly ahead. “I make this promise with my blood, and on my honor as a Carianno, Ghost will pay horribly.”Moretti nodded in agreement. “Every task on hand is suspende
Trigger Warning Her protests grew weaker, and she blinked back the tears that had welled up in her eyes, she didn’t want to cry, despite the amount of pain she was in, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her in pain, “You’re going to have to try harder than that...”He tightened his chokehold, obstructing her airways. Even though she was out of breath, she didn’t show much physical reaction. He slammed her against the car seat, but she didn’t budge.She tried to move, even tried to kick him, but he sat on her legs trapping her underneath. She knew she would have to conserve her energy. It was hopeless trying to fight Sergio. His men were in the limousine, there were trailed by a lot of cars. If she somehow managed the escape him, she would be shot dead the moment she got out. As much as she hated it, her safest bet was with him, thus was the only way Ghost was going to be able to find her. She stopped struggling. As soon as he did, he tore the flimsy dress in two until